A couple of notes before we get into the form of the day:
1. I have not written in form for quite some time now. And I have not written anything at all for half that time. I had written in free-verse in the interim. I don’t post them online, but you can check out some of my work in Hemingway’s Playpen’s issue 2 and nin journal‘s vol. 1, issue 1 (NSFW).
2. I’ve restructured the way I normally post (as you will see in this one) to make my posts more organized. I.e., paragraphs will be divided into sections.
FORM OF THE DAY
I decided to go with the Echo Sonnet today.
An echo sonnet has the rhyme scheme: Continue reading
I can’t believe it’s been 2 years. I’m finally back home.
I’d like to keep the coming-back-home speech short: Gained a bit, lost a lot more. Reading back on what I did with Poeformology at this, the lowest point in my life, makes me question why I was ever so unhappy with what it was. I guess clinical depression makes you appreciate things you couldn’t when you didn’t have it yet.
A long time ago, I made the Collatz poetic form, which was just about as nerdy as it gets when it comes to poetic forms. But tonight, after several cups of coffee, I have come up with an even nerdier (by that, I mean super cool) poetic form called the Bytelle. Continue reading
The Disquottet. It’s a poetic form I made up. Basically, you take any one famous quotation (or any quotation you like) and you construct a poem using only the words in said quotation, presenting it in the same sequence, repeating as many times as desired. Continue reading
I apologize for not having updated in months. I’ve just been so busy with life and Modern Day Epic. Anyway, this semester, I’m taking Creative Writing, and we’re doing clerihews next week, so I thought I’d get a head start.
The clerihew was one of the poetic forms I wanted to try first when I started Poeformology, but I never found the perfect subject to write about.
I can’t believe it’s been one whole year since I started this project. And in that one year a lot of things have gone down: Obviously, I’d spent most of the year bitching about how lousy I thought I was at this than I did experimenting with poetic forms.
Turns out I was freaked out that everyone else’s lives were headed somewhere, and I was still stuck as an unpublished writer and wannabe actor. Some of my writer friends have become authors, and I’m still here with a great book in a world where publishers do not have the balls to publish it.
I don’t feel like celebrating a blog that doesn’t get many readers, so no original form this week. Today, I wrote a Luc Bat.